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“I’m not a baby.”
“I raised you. You’ll always be my baby.”
My dad and I shared a warm grin
“But you’re sure that everything is all right?”
“Yes, I’m sure. Now, come on. Alexander cooked lasagna for us to eat.” I pulled on his arm to lead him to the kitchen.
“He cooks?” My father was surprised, and it made me smile smugly. “He’s such an awesome cook.” I bragged.
My father was slightly impressed. Alexander owed me for helping to win brownie points with my dad.
Before entering the kitchen, we could smell the waft of lasagna, which smelled heavenly. With every inhale I took, a tangy deliciousness seeped into my nose. I could already imagine what the lasagna would be like with all the meaty sauce Alexander put in between the layers of the pasta. A sneaky peep at my father’s face told me I was not the only one looking forward to our meal.
We entered and sat at the large table, which was prepared and had plates and cutleries served. The lasagna had already been cut and fit.
“Please, take your seats,” Alexander said and came over to help me pull my chair out.
I was confused, however, when I saw that only three plates were placed on the table.
“What about Tony?” I asked.
“I’ve packed his own separately.” He murmured.
The three of us sat down while Tony made himself scarce, carrying a small container. I knew he wouldn’t leave as he would still drive my father back. He would probably be nearby, maybe in the living room.
I didn’t have time to focus on that as the three of us started eating. We ate in silence. The atmosphere was awkward, and I didn’t know what to say, so I ate my lasagna in silence, enjoying how the colorful flavors permeated my tongue.
My dad finally decided to break the awkward silence and cleared his throat.
“So, Alexander, right.”
“Yes.”
“I’m sorry for not allowing you to introduce yourself. I was worried about my daughter and wanted to see her immediately. I hope you were not offended.” My father apologized.
My hands that had tightened around my fork relaxed when I heard my father’s words.
“Of course not. You are Aryana’s father, and your worry is understandable.” Alexander said with a smile.
My eyes darted between the two men in my life as they sat opposite each other, and I was in the middle.
“Aryana also told me that you cooked this.” My father gestured to the lasagna. “It’s incredible. Who taught you how to cook?”
“Thank you very much. It was my father that taught me.” Alexander was incredibly polite as he answered my father, not saying more than what was necessary and not saying less either. He responded exactly to whatever my father asked. I had to take another bite of the lasagna to hide my smile.
Though the air was still awkward, the awkwardness was reduced by the polite talk my father and Alexander were making with my father asking questions that Alexander had predicted and giving the answers he had prepared beforehand. The atmosphere was pleasant and not bad, though my dad glanced at me when he heard Alexander’s age. In summary, the meeting would end on a good note. At least, that was what I thought until my father looked at me and asked me the question I had been dreading.
“Aryana, as lovely as seeing you again is, you mentioned that there was something you needed to tell me that you couldn’t tell me over the phone.”
My heart thumped, and my hands became clammy with sweat.
“Ah, yes.”
“Well, what happened? What did you need to tell me?”
How was I going to tell him that I was pregnant? Fuck! I wasn’t ready for this.
